I disappeared from that forum because I could not stand the fact that I'll always be a waste, so I didn't deserve to be with or even look for fucking amazing artists that populate the galleries. With that, I left behind a lot of friends, I left behind a bit of fun (in includes even TSG), and... it's getting a fucking worse. I never have enough courage to open the SF' art gallery again (unless I have masochistic feelings).

But... I'm sad with that. I can't evolve, I'm stuck because of it.If that community would help me to overcame that problem, I would be grateful forever. Even a "hi" or a "do you want to chat?" helps me a lot with it.

Once, in a place that is not worth it to say the name, where it does not rain regularly, a boy received a bag of seeds of a particular species of tree, which can grow only under special conditions. Only with a good amount of water in certain periods can make the plant grow. His father gave him instructions.

'Son, I want you to take care of this plant. Give him 500ml of water every three days, and it will germinate and bear fruit and leaves. '

The boy understood. Took care of the earth, put fertilizer, put vitamins. Planted the seed with all the love, and went on to shower her.And the little plant germinated, the seedlings have emerged, and generated the first leaves.

But passing up a while, he began to forget to water the seed. In periods of drought, it would be harmful. And had no other: two months later, the little leaves dried up and she died.Sadly, he was to his father, 'Father, dried leaves ...'The father said to him, 'Son, why do not they dried their little plant watered.'

The boy understood. Then he picked up a new seed. Took care of the earth, put fertilizer, put vitamins. Planted the seed with all the love, and went on to shower her. And the little plant germinated, the seedlings have emerged, and generated the first leaves.

But worried about the fear of death of his plan, he began showering with water twice. It gave him a liter of water every three days. So thought the tree would grow faster. But now it two months, and the leaves withered and she died.Sadly, he was to his father, 'Father, wilted leaves ...'The father said to him, 'Son, they withered because you gave more water than she could bear.'

The boy understood.Then he picked up a new seed. Took care of the earth, put fertilizer, put vitamins. Planted the seed with all the love, and went on to shower her. And the little plant germinated, the seedlings have emerged, and generated the first leaves.

However, still concerned, it has watering once daily. Gave 500ml per day. Thought, therefore, the sprout grow faster, without the risk of wilting, since the amount of water was optimal. In vain: he started up two months, the leaves withered and she died. Sadly, he was to his father, 'Father, withered leaves again'The father said to him, 'Son, they withered because they gave you water at the wrong time, gave faster than I could.'

The boy finally understood. He took one more seed, took care of the land, planted the seed, watered at the right time and in the correct amount. Two months later, she bore shoots that spawned magnificent and beautiful leaves.

Then the boy looked at his neighbor, and saw a large tree, full of leaves and flowers and fruits, and gave a beautiful shade aondeas children could play and mothers could rest their feet, and their boyfriends dating back atmosphere ideal for a kiss and the flowers falling like a feather and leaving a pleasant smell in the shoulder of the girl who spent distracted.

Looking for a little plant that could barely stand up to the heavens, the boy went back crying to her father:'Father! I'm very sad! I messed up several times with my seeds, let dry, let wither ... and now, our neighbor has a very large tree, leafy ... and I have more than a plant that is growing counterforce in the Sun '

The father then said:'Son. You just saw it today. Even from afar, I followed the neighbor for all this time. He also let your plants wither, he also left his plants die. He has wept for the loss, he wept with rage, hatred of having all the work gone in vain. And he learned from it. Continued to care for the earth continued to fertilize the ground, continued to put vitamins, continued to plant the seed of love. He continued, understanding why erred. Today, he is gathering the fruits. Son, do not consider yourself a loser. All you now, your neighbor also passed. And everyone in the world went through the same things. The seed you planted, the result has been the fruit of another tree that sprouted, grew and produced sprouts leaves and fruits. And this tree was the result of failures, defeats and disappointments. That is the natural order of things. Your tree will grow if you progress, your tree will grow if you do not give up. You already know all you need to do. Now do it. '

Such seeds are our dreams, our life goals, our goals.We all get a little bag of dreams to care. We are not born with only a dream. In fact, we are born, yes, with one dream, the dream school: to breathe, to leave the womb.So we can grow and dreams side: to survive in this world, grow, be happy, and die with dignity.During our brief stay in this world, we acquired other tertiary dreams: to get a car, a good job, a great degree, a project fuck.

They are all seeds.

The primary seed was born, germinated, produced buds and fruits. This tree is you. Look at you, your tree.The seeds are germinating secondary and tertiary. You're studying, you're trying to get a driver's license, you got working papers, you have joined a group and followed some ideas. You are making friends, dating, promising, crying, laughing, joking .... living.

Then you look at the other trees. And see his incredible trees and their green leaves and their tasty fruits. Are people's dreams. They fought to achieve such dreams. They promised, cried, laughed, joked ... lived.But he also missed. It is impossible to germinate a seed first. All seeds have lost have all left their seeds died ... and it is no problem! We are all born with an endless bag of seeds! We have all the seeds we want! We can germinate as you want! The limit is ourselves! And the amazing thing is that nature is so incredible that nobody has the same seeds. We all have different seeds, seeds are not equal. There dreams equal, so there is no competition. It does not say, however, that their seeds are weaker than either. The seeds themselves are nothing - what is important is the land, is the amount of will and moral strength that you project in your dreams, is the amount of water that you design in its seed.

But you will abandon your dreams, your goals will cancel. Cry to see the leaves die and dry out your dreams, why not give more water.But you'll be too optimistic, will feature all the chips of his life, even if not prepared for it. It will frustrate to see the leaves wilting and dying, because it gave too much water.But you try to rush the natural order of things, try to reach the end without building a solid path, give three steps "wobbly" rather than a safe step. Fall in tears upon seeing their leaves wilting and dying, because it gave water too fast.This is normal.The good seed are never on the surface of the hill.Dreams are dying ... for a greater purpose. If you had followed that project that showed him two years ago, you'd be where you are today? Would be better? I think not, and never have that answer.

See your trees. How many trees died its so current are alive and growing?Look around, see the magnificent trees that surround him. Because they have that size? Luck, fate? No, perseverance and learning. People learn to care for their dreams, they create a definite purpose, set goals, gather ideas, put vitamins, plant the seed with love and affection, do not abandon the seed ...

This is the first time I write a story in english. Unfortunately, my english is sooooooooo bad (it always kept me from writing). I hope my english will not ruin the story. I posted this story in the green forum, so... I hope you enjoy it.

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It was a quiet day in the house. Normally, this house was a little active.

"Finally, peace! So I can make that recipe with watermelons", thought Fire the Fox. Fire the Fox is a female red fox (duh!), and also owns the house. Her friends are spending a few days at her house, and she was responsible for making the food. So has a hard time training their culinary skills. Immediately, she screamed: "Sky, go wake up Free! Tell her that lunch is almost done!". Sky is a female white angel hedgehog (yes, she has wings and a angel halo. She is in the room, watching a movie on a 52'' television. "Okay, I'm going!" - was her answer.

Free is a female ice dragoness. Why "ice dragoness"? Because she has "ice powers". Huh... and... she is sleeping in the guest room."Free, Wake up! The food is almost done!"The Free answer: "I'm going", and change position in bed.Sky closes the back door and back to the main room.

In the "Free bedroom", she begins to snore loudly, and shakes his head to find a comforting position. Thus, inside the pillow, a very little feather falls off and goes flying into the room. It goes there, it goes here ...tantric on a flight, as if dancing a beautiful song. So he took his "last step" and landed on Free's nose. With that, her nose began to feel tickled, this made the dragoness open one of his eyes. She realizes the tickling, and knows that this is not good. If she sneeze, she can expel a freezing gas, which is able to freeze anything (including a whole room).

"Huh..."

She snort. Bad idea. The little feather enters in one of your big nostrils, tickling in it. Really, a bad idea. Free snorted more three times, it made the litthe feather go deeper in the left nostril (yes, left). She's right hand, then she can not control your left. This includes her left nostril. The little feather is touchind sensitive spots on the left depth nostril, this is not good. Her next action is rubbing her nose with your right hand, but with this, she ends up decreasing the diameter of your nostrils, allowing the feather reaches a much larger area. Tickle, tickle, tickle.

"Aaahh..."

The sneeze is coming. She can control your instincts, then she closes her eyes tightly. It helps? I don't know. But your nose is increasingly wrinkled, your nostrils is flaring, flaring... the tickle is getting increasingly uncontrollable. She tries to hold her breath, but ... her sneeze level is about 6.6 and 7.5, on a scale from 0 (normal) to 10 (immediate sneezing). The suspense takes over the room. She moves her head to the right and left, tries to blow, but to no avail. The little feather is too deep.

"Aaaahhhnn... AAAAAHNN..."

At the same time in the main room:

Fire see Sky watching TV and she think Sky has not done what she had requested."Sky, you did not wake her (Free) up?""Yes, I was. She said she would wake up soon. If you want, I'll try again."Right now, Amazon enters the room with a friend. Amazon is a brazilian female green fox, and still can not speak English. Fortunately Fire could speak Portuguese..."Fire, eu posso usar seu quintal para treinar?""Sim, pode... mas não corte minhas folhas! Hmmm... quem é ele?""Ele é um amigo. He is... doing me to... learn... english ?"Está errado", says the green male fox, " o correto é 'he is teaching me english'..." for Fire: "She is evolving. She is trying a few sentences. Do you have any friend who can speak in Portuguese?""Hmm... Free, a friend. She is sleeping in the guest room.""Oh, I'll wake her. Já volto, Amazon. Treino, treino!"

Back in the "guest bedroom"...

Free can not handle more. Reached a critical level (9.3). She is capping her nose with her hands, but she can not avoid the inevitable. So decided not to hold more. Deep breath, close the eyes, and let the instincts take over. A cold explosion seems to happen inside the nostrils, while her face (and the flaring giant nostrils) points to the door, just when the green male fox enters the room.

"Free... wake up!"

He is your first victim.

"HAAAAAAH-CHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW"!!

A big explosion casts a thick layer of dust freezing toward the male fox, freezing his in time."Oh god, sorry", says Free, snorting.But..... but...... the tickling is not disappeared...... the litthe feather is still inside the flaring and tickling nostrils. And now, the sneeze level is 5.6.

"Oh my... huuuh...", she knows that it is useless to rubbing her nose. Her instincts always does her sneezing three or four times. And.. the little feather is still tickling the depth of her left nostrils...

"Ahhhh..."

Sky is the next to enter the room. When Free saw Sky, immediately turned away. She didn't want to freeze your friend."Free, you... WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH HE?? o_____o""Sky... huuh... please get outta here ... ahhh... I'm going to... eeeehhhh... sneeze.... aaaaahhh...", Free tried to speak, but ner tickling nostrils is trying to find an opportune moment to force her to make a long inhalation and... explode."Oh....... okay DX but... I want to do something ....", and then she puts a pot of melted ice cream in the frozen fox head, "I don't like melted ice cream. You can do this please? ^^", and running out of room.

"HAAAH... HAAAA-CHOOOOOOOIE!!! HAAAA-CHOOOOO!! HAAAAA-TCHEEEEEEWW!!!" - more three sneezes. The room is now completely frozen, like an ice room. Most of the objects are covered with a thin ice layer, like the most beautiful winter festival. The room temperature dropped several degrees. In this location, a ice cloud impeded a perfect view.

Here, Free frowned and swinging her nose. The tickling continued, but her instincts would only allow one more sneeze. (sneeze level: 7.7)"Ahh..."She prepares for the climax. (sneeze level: 8.5)"Eeehhhh..."Her nostrils never flaring this way. (sneeze level: 9.0)"AAAAHHH..."His whole face is wrinkled. The last time is now. (sneeze level: 9.9)"HAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH-"

"-TCHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWW!!!"

In this last and big sneeze explosion, the frozen little feather is shot from her flaring explosive nostrils with a bullet force. His splendid strength managed to break through the wall, without direction.

Fire was preparing to cut the watermelon with the quality of an international chef. But do not get it. The little "rocked" feather, uncontrollable, crossed the watermelon, causing it to explode in the Fire's face. She made a face of anger, but not had time to scream something.

Sky wanted to see a new movie, but can not. The frozed feather across the television, causing a huge explosion. BLAAAAM!!! Sky was terrified, and two seconds later, was flying from the ceiling, scared.

Amazon was focused on a new blow with her spear. But when he was doing it ... she hit the little "bullet" feather, cutting it in two. Each piece almost hit Amazon, passing beside her. Upon reaching the cement wall, caused a huge strange explosion. "Mas o quê...", was her reaction.

In ten seconds, all were in the "Free's bedroom", shouting: "FREE! "Her response: "What? Do you like the decoration? "

I... I an a Blue Bird, I'm blue ...I like dragon (and female dragon), my friend RedDragon was my victim you can see in my drawings... I going to have yet more victims.

Well... is it.

Ah: I can accommodate requests. If you want some kind of design, I do and I'll post in the forum. I will create a special topic for this.P.S.1: I only accept the request if it is placed on the corresponding topic. PM (or email) will not be accepted.P.S.2: I do not know to draw humans.P.S.3: I do not know speak and write in English. I used an online translator to write this text. Google Translator and a lot of patience.